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Narrows Poems - Poems about Narrows


The Way Narrows
Understanding another person’s line of thought cannot end with mere tolerance. When basic beliefs differ, when I feel distraught I hear my spirit as it chants - Faith is substance of which no Christian recants. When challenged, ask, seek and knock, lest altercation alters your mind and heart. Trust your foundation to the Solid Rock; speak the truth in love, not as an...

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Categories: narrows, 11th grade, angst, growing
Form: Quintain (English)
Premium Member Day's Window Narrows
Day's window narrows the sun now fleet of foot bolts from yesterday's darkness heads toward the jaws of today's Frost decorates windshields drivers lick their breath as they swear bare branches shiver, some to snap brown patches, meadow's outerwear Pale orb sinks below the horizon no colors linger, no twilight show Night's deep shadows overcome...

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Categories: narrows, color, day, light, november,
Form: Verse



The Narrows
She was taken undercover of daylight by the nightly throng of a grinding poverty. They swept her away into a street so narrow you had to enter it like a thin shadow at midday. No one kidnapped her, she was taken by the swirling winds of indifference, the barred places of no other place to go. Where she is now only the gutters...

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Categories: narrows, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Narrows
shade bleeds a velvet texture stretching far and wide strides to smother clawed hands grasping thread rip apart layers to shed bear the stains of men rise and swagger free struggle to breathe steps in spites deceit skipping stones of jaded need trail of tears in layered debris vacant rows of burdened clay broken back bent to gather...

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Categories: narrows, allusion, art, evil, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
The Day Narrows
a port in a storm when I'm alone in my room and then I stare at the wall in the back of my mind I hear my conscious call telling me I need a girl whose as sweet as a dove for then I know what I needed was love when I looked deep into her eyes I could see...

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Categories: narrows, anxiety, art, autumn, baseball,
Form: Free verse




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